Heather hesitated before asking, "Tyrone, where is Lucy?" "Ridge Memorial Park," he replied. The mention of the memorial park crushed the faint, improbable hope Heather had been clinging to. She bit her lip and said, "I want to visit her." "Of course." "Tyrone, Lucy died in my place. That man came to kill me. I can't let her death be in vain. I need to avenge her!" Heather's eyes flashed with determination. "Alright, we'll seek justice. But first, you need to eat and regain your strength. Once you're better, you can do whatever you need to." For the past few days, Tyrone had been entirely focused on taking care of Heather, leaving him no time to investigate the situation. Now, the realization that someone had dared to harm someone he cared about ignited a fierce resolve in him. He wouldn't let them get away with it.He scooped another spoonful of soup and fed it to Heather. She ate silently, one bite after another. She was aware that she was very weak now and was in u
A heavy silence fell upon the room. Tyrone’s deep gaze met Heather's eyes for a few moments before he finally spoke. "Hattie, what do you think?" The use of her nickname sent a shiver through Heather. Only her mother used to call her that. Tyrone had always addressed her by her first name. Yet now, his husky voice carried the intimacy of a lover's whisper which was almost flirtatious. Despite the warmth in his tone, Heather detected a slight chill in his eyes. It was clear that he wasn't interested in hearing anything he didn't want to. Just as she was about to respond, her eyes caught sight of a box on the nearby cabinet. It was an ancient ivory box, one of the many gifts Tyrone had given her. The weight of her debt to him suddenly felt heavy. They were both adults, and she wasn't naive to miss the implications behind Tyrone's actions. She bit her lip before she said, "Tyrone, I can be with you, but you have to agree to two conditions." Tyrone hadn't expected her to s
Heather slowly stood up, her silence heavy. "My dad and Ava are buried here. Don't you think it's time you paid your respects? The entire Snyder family should be on their knees in repentance!" Jay barked, his eyes blazed with cold hatred. Heather was startled to learn that his family was also in this memorial park. The thought filled her with disgust, as her dislike for Jay extended even to his deceased relatives. She knew Tyrone had rescued her from Jay. For a moment, she wondered if Jay could be the culprit, but she quickly dismissed the idea. Jay hated her because of the Snyders, but his deepest grudge was against Thomas. If he were to hire a hitman, Thomas would be his first target. He sneered, "Playing mute, aren't you? I thought you were back to normal. Still pretending you can't speak?" Keeping her eyes on Lucy's tombstone, Heather murmured, "I'm not in the mood to talk to you. Please leave." She was dressed in a black wool dress, her long hair neatly pinned into
"Alright," Caleb agreed. "Choose the best psychologist you can find to treat Heather," Tyrone instructed. "Mr. Elkin, isn't Ms. Sutton already recovering? Why do we need another psychologist?" Tyrone narrowed his eyes and glared at Caleb. "Just because she's awake doesn't mean her psychological wounds have healed. If she encounters another trigger, who knows what might happen?" Caleb was taken aback. It was clear that Tyrone was determined to ensure Heather's complete recovery, leaving nothing to chance. As they spoke, Heather's graceful figure appeared outside the car window. She opened the door and slid into the seat. "Why is your hair down?" Tyrone asked, his gaze sharpening. With a faint smile, she replied, "The hairpin fell out." Heather had been recovering well. Her complexion was radiant and her figure was more attractive, despite being a bit thinner than before. Tyrone pulled her onto his lap and handed her a folder. "We've found the man who attacked you th
The man's target that night was Heather, but he failed. Instead, another middle-aged woman died. Since then, he had been in hiding, constantly feeling like someone was watching him. He planned to move to a new location tomorrow, but to his shock, Heather had found him first. On the night of the incident, Heather hadn't seen the masked man's face, but she recognized those cold eyes. He was the killer. "Surprised to see me?" Heather's voice was cold and steady. A flash of malice crossed the man's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. "I must've mistaken you for someone else. I don't know who you are." He tried to shut the door after speaking, but Heather's hand shot out and blocked it. Her piercing gaze pinned him in place. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't have proof you tried to kill me. Pretending not to know me now is a bit late, don't you think?" The man's expression shifted and he narrowed his eyes. "If you've got evidence, why not go to the police and ha
The socialite gathering was attended not only by heiresses but also by actresses and popular influencers. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement. "Selena, can we visit the Franconia Vineyard your husband gifted you?" one of the socialites asked. "Thanks to you, we're able to taste such exquisite wine. Compared to what we're drinking tonight, everything else we've had before seems lacking." Another added, "Selena, you're so lucky! Your husband is not only handsome, but he’s also so good to you. I'm envious!" A group of elegantly dressed socialites surrounded Selena, showering her with flattery. "We'll enjoy wine from my vineyard for tonight. I'll organize another gathering soon, and we can all visit together," Selena said. She was dressed in a customized gown, holding a glass of wine with poise while basking in the adoration. But the truth was far less glamorous. Craig had filed for divorce, and the vineyard wasn't a gift from him but an apology from the Simpson family. D
"Ms. Huntington, I'm sorry. I came to clean the room. I didn't know anyone was inside. My apologies," the room attendant said apologetically. "Leave. I don't need any interruptions here," Selena replied coldly. "Understood, Ms. Huntington." With that, the room attendant pushed the cart out hastily, leaving the room in silence. A few seconds later, Selena's voice cut through the stillness. "Heather is supposed to be out of her mind. Uncle Ty brought in countless doctors, but none could cure her. You must have mistaken her for someone else." Had Tyrone really sought out so many doctors for her? Heather was taken aback upon hearing Selena's words. Tyrone had never mentioned this to her. Hidden in the bathroom, Heather quietly pulled out her phone, turned on the recorder, and placed it near the door. "I don't know where you got the news that she's gone crazy," the man continued. "She seemed perfectly normal! She even knew I was working under orders. She's given me until
Craig had always been drawn to girls like Heather, who was serene and pure. "Hattie…" he thought. Suddenly, Craig noticed a familiar figure in the distance. At first, he thought his eyes were deceiving him, but when he realized it was Heather, he ignored Evelyn and hurried toward her. "Hattie!" Craig grabbed her arm, his eyes filled with concern as he scanned her face. "What are you doing here? Are you feeling better now?" During the days Heather had been unwell, Ivy had called him repeatedly, berating him for what had happened. Craig was fully aware of Heather's condition. But now, seeing her clear, bright eyes, fully alert, he knew she had recovered. Relief and guilt were evident in his voice as he spoke. "Hattie, I'm so sorry. I had no idea Jay would kidnap you." "Where's Selena?" Heather's voice was calm. "Why are you looking for her?" Craig was taken aback at her question, a sense of unease creeping in. They had never been close, so why was she suddenly seeking S